14. Dartmouth

The gray misted air eroded my layers:
absorbed by my skin, and mixed
with their icy cold questions,
my breath became sick with absence.

Wrapped in blankets, I could see
the dismal light penetrating
the particles of mist
seeping in.

Seeping in
through the cracks
of my bedroom walls,
crawling across my floor,
pulling themselves up
and onto my bed.

Cold heavy bones like metal
cut through drenched skin.
Blood soaked in, saturated
and stained my memories
and my blankets.